Job 10:20

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Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

"Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,

withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.